“Would you like to see a dessert menu this evening?” the waitress asks.
We’ve done what Kayla wanted to do with our public appearance dinner, and now, I’m ready to get her home, spread her out on the nearest flat surface, and write my I love you’s on her body with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. And watch while Riggs does the same to her.
“No thanks. We’re ready for the check, please.”
We makethe long drive out to our house this time, wanting some privacy after the very public outing. I want to worship Kayla all night and into the morning. I want to imprint myself onto every inch of her skin so deeply that there will never be a doubt in her mind about my intentions where she’s concerned. I want to linger in bed, talking and touching and talking some more.
I want to love Kayla. I do love Kayla. Deeply, passionately, with more emotion than most would think me capable of.
“My bed tonight,” I order, guiding her toward my room. “I want you bare too.”
Kayla’s eyes flare as her breath audibly hitches. She’s always reluctant to let go of control, but when she does, she’s the one pulling us down the hall, urging us to hurry.
“Fuck, I want to come on you, in you, everywhere,” Riggs grunts, sounding like a fucking caveman as he rips his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. But his focus is solely on Kayla, the shirt ignored.
He steals her mouth for a deep kiss, his hands threaded into her hair as he devours her roughly, and when she breaks to gasp for air, he sends me an evil grin. “Take care of her while I take care of her,” he says wolfishly, dropping to his knees to do what he does best.
I claim her mouth then, tasting the wine she had with dinner. As our kiss grows, I slip the thin straps at her shoulders down, letting her dress puddle at her waist, resting on Riggs’s hands where he’s pushed her hem up, leaving her dress gathered like a red satin belt, her breasts exposed to my touch and her pussy open for Riggs mouth.
“I can’t wait to feel your sweet pussy quivering around my cock, Princess, but first, you need to come on Riggs’s tongue,” I whisper in her ear. “He’s hungry for you. Let him drink your sweetness down.”
She moans as his tongue finds her center, her head falling back and her back arching, and I suck one nipple into my mouth while I torture the other with my fingers. Every deep suck, every sharp nibble I make has her writhing harder and faster on Riggs, who has buried his face between her legs. He throws her leg over hisshoulder, and we work together to hold her steady on her one still-heeled foot.
I hear the slick sounds of Riggs fucking her with his finger and decide I want in on that too. I push my finger into Kayla’s mouth, saying, “Get it wet for me because I’m gonna fuck your ass with it.” She moans but closes her lips around my finger, sucking it like it’s my dick.
And we work her wildly—Riggs tonguing her clit and finger fucking her while I suck her nipple and tease my way into her tight ass. She grips us for balance, her nails digging into our flesh, but she’s not going anywhere. We’ve got her, and now that we do, we’re never going to let her go.
When she comes, it’s loud and primal, her cries echoing off the walls, and her whole body spasms beautifully.
“Good girl,” I praise, craving the fire I know the words bring to the surface inside her.
“Fuck you.” But she’s too blissed out to truly fight me over it.
“That’s the idea.” I rip my shirt off, pushing my shoes off as I shed my slacks, on edge before she’s even touched me.
“For that,” she says, her eyes focusing sharply on me, “you have to wait. Riggs, stand up.”
He’s no fool and in the same instant it takes Kayla to remove her dress and heels, he’s nude too. Kayla keeps her eyes on me, but she slowly lowers herself to the floor at his feet. When she licks around his crown, lapping at the precum there, I’m the one who groans. Riggs brushes the hair back from Kayla’s face, gathering it in his fist as he tells her, “Torture him some more. He deserves it.”
That motherfucker. He knows how close to the edge I am and he’s enjoying this.
But fuck, I am too. When she stretches her mouth around him, taking him deeper inch by inch but with her eyes on mine, I have to grip myself tight to keep from coming on my own. Kayla’s having none of that, though. She reaches out, cupping my sensitive balls in her hand, and squeezing. Not hard enough to hurt badly, but to hurt in a deliciously good way. “Fuck.”
She smiles around Riggs’s cock, and then I’m forced to watch as her eyes flutter closed and she focuses on taking him deeper and deeper into her throat. Tears start to trace down her cheeks as she swallows him, but he’s careful with her. Too careful. She wants more.
“I won’t be so nice, Princess. I’m gonna fuck your throat hard and fast until you’re choking on my cum and it’s spilling down your chin,” I promise her. “Then I’ll swipe it up and into your mouth so you don’t lose a drop.”
Kayla moans around the mouthful of Riggs’s flesh in her mouth, but he’s holding her still now, pumping into her mouth as he fucks her face. Her grip on my cockhead gets extra tight, but I’m so far gone, it still feels good.
He throws his head back, the muscles in his neck straining as he finds his release, and his teeth are bared as he comes into Kayla’s mouth. As she swallows reflexively, she releases me, her hands landing on Riggs’s thighs, holding him at her limit when he buries his cock as deep into her mouth as he can. The instant he sags, I push him out of my way and turn Kayla’s head to my cock. “My turn.”
Her jaw is still open, her breathing still jagged, andher eyes are locked on mine as I slam into the hot, wet heat of her mouth. I don’t tease either of us. I do exactly as I promised, fucking her throat roughly from the first thrust. “Touch yourself. I want you to come when I do.”
Kayla spreads her knees, her hand going to her clit. The wet sounds of her masturbating and the thought of her pleasure push me even closer to the edge. This won’t take long, for either of us. She whimper-moans around my invading cock, but she keeps her eyes open, looking up at me to make sure I’m watching her. As if I could look away.
She’s so fucking gorgeous—wild-eyed, messy with tears, saliva, and cum, and still hungry for more, and completely in control of both Riggs and me despite being the one on her knees.
“You gonna come for me?” She tries to nod, but my grip on her head is too tight. Still, I feel the intention, and she manages to choke out an ‘uh-huh’ around my thrusts.
